#That Apple Juice I Drank Once

[dreamhappies]

World of Flavours Korean Barbecue Flavour Rippled Potato Chips

and

World of Flavours Crispy Taco Potato Chips

both from President's Choice brand

featuring

That Apple Juice I Drank Once

and

Some Fancy Chocolate

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The grocery store I shop at has multiple store brands, one of which is called President's Choice. I have no idea who this President is supposed to be, but his choices are pretty much across the board amazing. I am a fan of almost everything that I've tried from them from this brand (the cottage cheese is so grainy! But I can't find a brand that isn't in Canada so like idek, but yeah perhaps don't get the PC brand cottage cheese if texture bothers you). (Also the artificial-tasting holiday fudge, what even the fuck.)

Recently I tried two different potato chips. Unfortunately, they're ripple potato chips. Texture is very important to me (seriously, the cottage cheese is a nightmare) and the texture of ripple potato chips is inferior in my opinion, to normal, plain, wonderful, smooth, comforting, non rippled potato chips.

However, I thought that it would be worth a try for some new flavors. I don't hate ripple potato chips. They're just, you know, really inferior. Fight me.

The first one that I tried was taco flavored chips and I opened the bag and they smelled like a taco. I gave one to my spouse who said, where are the refried beans, where's the tomato? Where's the - and it's like, okay, you're not going to get every single component of what you put on a taco. I mean, personally, I don't put refried beans on my hard tacos, which I don't really put them on my soft tacos either, but definitely I don't feel like the texture works for a hard taco. And honestly, if I'm biting into a potato chip, I'm getting the vibe of a hard taco, and not a soft taco, but it doesn't really matter anyway, because even if you feel like you have to have beans on a taco, you're just you're not gonna get beans in this chip. Why? Why would they put bean flavor in? It's like mostly just taco seasoning. Anyway, I love the taco chips. But I wasn't like super super impressed by them or anything. Just, like. They're tacos. I mean, if you want a taco as a snack, then these are your chips.

But I also had these Korean barbecue flavored chips.

Okay, so when you have apple juice, and it's just the normal apple juice from the store, and you think hey, I kind of like apple juice, whatever. And then you have apple juice that is direct from an orchard. And you think this is what apple juice is supposed to be like, because the complexity of flavor is so stunningly there, that it just completely blows you away. You think, oh, I never knew what apple juice was before I tasted this - now I know what it is supposed to be like or what it can be like.

Or if you grow up in the States and you are used to Hershey's chocolate and then you have Cadbury chocolate and you're like wow, that's amazing. And then you're used to Cadbury chocolate and you get some like special like premium bean chocolate that it just has like a couple ingredients with specific special cocoa beans and they really care. Then you're like, oh! Everything even the Cadbury chocolate is so flat, so one-note, when you see the incredible depth of flavor in the fancy chocolate.

And so this is what the potato chips were like. When I had the Korean barbecue flavored chips? Thiis is what barbecue chips are supposed to be like. They have a depth of flavor that is just completely the best thing that you've ever tasted in your entire life. It is smoky and sweet, but not too sweet. But it's not just that you're getting sweet. You're actually getting like the barbecue flavor as well. And it tastes a little bit more savory. Like I don't want to say I taste meat, but it actually does taste like it's not just like a plain sugary like barbecue sauce the thing that you put on something, it tastes more like the actual barbecue part itself.

This is kind of the most amazing barbecue chip I've ever had, like ever in my life. I've tried different types of barbecue chips. There's a I think it's a Nashville barbecue chip. I'm going to try next. But the I don't think anything's gonna surpass the Korean barbecue to be honest. Barbecue potato chips have never been my preference. I was always a sour cream and onion person growing up. I don't know barbecue never really just did anything for me. But it's so cool to taste something that feels like the epitome of the type of thing it is.

And sically what I want people to know is like if you have the means to do it and you're like, you know what, I want to treat myself to something I think you should do that. I never knew apple juice could taste like that. I have never had any alcohol, but when people say all these adjectives about wine and you're like, how can it be all those things? The apple juice from the orchard tastes like that, so complex and something that I wanted to just have all these descriptions for, or the potato chips honestly.

Like I don't even want to feel silly that I'm rambling on forever and getting so emotional about food because it actually just makes me really happy. I'm just really excited to think like, I put this barbecue potato chip in my mouth and I was like super happy because of it. I don't know, like my life is hard enough. I'm just gonna appreciate the little things right?

Anyway, President's Choice wise, if anybody's in Canada and wants to try out this brand, I do recommend them. In addition to basic good quality, they always seem to be spot on in terms of how you expect a certain thing when you're reading the label and you absolutely get that from the flavors.

(my speech-to-text app thought 'ripple' was 'ribble' - that's kinda cute 😄)

[straightlightyagami]

The worst in Iso’s mold eating adventures was probably when I drank a drink that was on my desk for a few days (in an opaque bottle) and it was literally chunky and tasted carbonated even though it WASN’T initially (i posted about it when it happened bc that shit was scary man). That and the time I ate some jam that looked fine and then turned it around and there was giant mold on the side I didn’t see were probably the most traumatizing times lol. Plus the “very good drink that had a cockroach at the bottom.” Also I ate soup that was in the fridge for two weeks (you’re supposed to eat it in two ish days normally), but that did not have mold and tasted fine, so not traumatizing.

Also I did not get the least bit sick from any one of these. I get sick from other people very easily but at least I don’t get sick from food lmao

[yoshistory]

I feel so dogshit awful holy fuck

[gibbearish]

the thing with autism right. is i know if i was having a full mental health crisis what i would end up doing is going to the emergency room and being like "hello, my name is (x) birthday (y), um i was hoping to talk to you about potential mental health inpatient care? i'm currently having a mental health crisis and don't think i can be trusted on my own" like if there's one thing i can be sure will live on in me no matter how hard the brainworms try. is my fucking customer service voice

[icewindandboringhorror]

waow.. found a Beautiful Orb at the store today (giant ferrero rocher). I don't even want to crack into it and eat it.. I just want to hold it.. rotate it in my palm thoughtfully like I am an evil wizard who has just been delivered a Very Plot Significant magical gem and is scheming how to use it 

[appleonjust-ice]

stupid headache who did this to me(i know exactly what i did)

[thoughtssvt]

suguru conditioned you to get wet every time he tied his hair up.

over the years he got into the habit of letting his hair relax. he wore it down with the new found confidence that came from your compliments and 'hey handsome's.

the only time he wore his hair in a bun was when he was shirtless between your legs.

if there was one thing he hated it was getting interrupted while he ate. he could allow his hair getting in the way when he was kissing you, holding you close. he liked the feeling of your fingers running across his scalp. he especially liked the tug you gave it when he sucked your nipple into his mouth, tongue laving and circling. a chuckle buzzing through his lips as you arched up into him.

that he could handle, but once he was face to face with your pussy he wouldn't allow it. he'd sit back on his haunches, skillfully gathering his hair into his palms with his thumbs. maybe it was just something about the way he looked down at you, carnally, ready to devour you with no restraint. maybe it was the way you knew he would do just that like he'd done so many times before.

he would run his hands up and down your thighs once his arms dropped to his sides. he'd leave soft kisses against your knee, guiding them down as he laid on his front. if your head wasn't so cloudy you would whine at the shit-eating smirk he wore as he looked at your glistening cunt.

"i haven't done much and you're already this wet?" he'd chuckle softly, so close to your skin that it felt like love wiring running under your skin, your hips bucking up into him. he'd hush you, reassure you that he'd give you everything you needed as he kissed just right above your twitching button.

"always so needy," he commented leaving open mouthed kisses on your outer lips, and though it was meant to come off snarky you couldn't help but keen like it was praise.

the first lick was always mind numbing. you held your breath as you felt his thumbs spread you open, watching his eyes flutter closed as he guided a flat tongue between your folds, the muscle giving your clit a gentle flick before he sucked it into his mouth. it was then you let your breath go, a whiny moan forcing it out.

"mmm," he hummed around you making your legs snap around his head as it shot pleasure down to your toes. "ah, ah, don't interrupt me while i eat, honey," he scolded softly, large hands prying your legs open so he could spread you up and open, pushing your knees to your chest so he could feast uninterrupted.

maybe it was better he kept his hair up despite how much you liked to tug on it. it let him focus in on your pleasure. he took his time, each move slow and calculated. he knew exactly what made your legs shake and what to do when he wanted you to suck in a deep breath, hands shooting up to the sides of your head to grip your pillow for stability.

he'd lightly scrape his nails against the sensitive skin of your thighs as he switched between slow, broad stripes against your clit to lip-bitingly quick flicks with the tip of his tongue. he'd bob his head, the gentle suck on your bud a tantalizing combo with the way the muscle swirled around it.

"so good, can't get enough of you," he'd sigh as he dropped down to your hole, gently kissing your clenching entrance before pushing his tongue in as deep it could go. he moaned at the way you twitched around him, hot and wet on his tongue.

he'd reach a hand up so his thumb could toy with your clit as he drank down your juices, steadily tongue-fucking you until your climax.

when you got your vision back there he was again, looking down at you with carnal desire, biceps bulging as he scooped his hair up into a secure bun once more, because he was definitely far from done with you.

A/N : i may have gotten carried away, i was about to go to sleep... and this was so not planned, I was supposed to write cute headcanons of how the jjk men start your apples for you. anyway I hope you enjoyed, reblogs and comments are always appreciated

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[holdinbacksecrets]

Hi! Can you please write BTS version of the voicemails they will send hinting their feelings? Thank you 😊

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voicemails from bts, hinting feelings

namjoon: “i was in a bookstore the other day and started to imagine a book you wrote being on the shelves someday. everything you do, down to the indentation of your steps, leaves behind a story. do you remember your birthday two years ago? you drank one glass too many, and it’s like the fiction unleashed. i recorded a voice memo, but i never played it for you. i want to.”

jin: “are you scared? this morning you sounded really scared on the phone. i’m sorry i didn’t say more or say enough. i was caught off guard because you’ve never showed me scared before, not like that. i’ve seen your apprehension. i’ve seen your insecure. i’ve seen your anxiety, but this was consuming fear. i’m making dinner, and i feel like you probably haven’t eaten today… if your anxiety gives anything away about your scared. come over when you’re off. i’ll greet you with a hug and bowl of soup. or two bowls. i have cheese and bread too. the good bread. the loaf you turned me on to.”

yoongi: “you used the notes app on my phone to write out your grocery list, and i’m amused. it sounds like you’re having a conversation with yourself: right now, i want rice crispies, but i’ll probably change my mind once i’m in the cereal aisle. trust your gut, or get two boxes. you’re 26. no one is stopping you. oh! get some apple juice too. i keep having dreams about twelve year old me at a friend’s house. we’d sit at the kitchen island after school with graham crackers and apple juice, and i miss her. i miss those simple conversations. you’re so pure and magnetic. sometimes i wonder where you came from, but then i’m just glad you made it here—tumbled into my life because you did tumble. you’ve always made the story sound too elegant. the tumble was charming, i promise.”

hoseok: “you’ve been sharing recipes with me, or i guess i should say the final product of your recipes has been shared with me, repeatedly, and now i’m starting to wait for the knock on my door or the ring of a text. is that bad? i wouldn’t want you to ever think i’m demanding treats, but i love… i love the time we spend together when you bring them over, and your eyes sparkle when my expression changes because of how good everything always tastes… i love that too.”

jimin: “did you say everything you needed to yesterday? i swear your lips parted and you leaned in so many times to never say anything. i know it was a busy place, and it’s not that fun sitting at a table for twelve. but i was ready to listen. i’ll be ready at 2 am too. whatever you need. there’s something to this, right? to the ease of our conversations. you trust me?”

taehyung: “do you want to sculpt clay with me? i bought a whole bag and a bunch of tools. i thought about booking a private lesson, but i wanted my record player and access to a kitchen and the ability to get my hands dirty whenever i want to—need it. do you need it too? if not, keep me company while i try to make something?”

jungkook: “can i pick you up today? this is going to sound ridiculous, but your smell used to linger in my car, and i can’t quite make out the notes of your perfume anymore. i can imagine them, but they don’t meet me when i open the door… i can’t leave this as a voicemail on your phone. can i leave this as a voicemail on your phone? i sound insane.”

bonus: “i’m calling to tell you i’m proud of you. sometimes when we were kids, i used to think our dreams wouldn’t make it higher than the trees. i thought they’d get caught in the leaves, die on branches come winter, but look at us. look at you. you’re incredible. we did it.”

[save-the-villainous-cat]

The villain felt like throwing up. The lightheadedness messed up their perception of reality but instead of asking the hero to stop, they buried their hand in the hero’s hair, pulling gently.

Admittedly, the hero’s lips on the villain’s neck felt good, good enough to ignore the headache and incredible pain. The hero seemed to be too deep into it, acting instinctively instead of thinking about their actions too much. And the villain didn’t want to interrupt that.

As their breathing got heavier, they found themselves in a peculiar position; wishing the hero could do this more often. There was comfort in this pain, in fangs buried deep inside them and the knowledge that the hero needed them to survive. The fact that this was probably one of the few examples of being truly close to someone didn't really help.

Eventually, the hero stopped drinking and with one last lick, parted from the villain.

“You got some…” The villain pointed at the hero’s mouth where blood dropped down their lips and the hero — clean as they were — mumbled an “oh shit” and went over their lips with their tongue.

The villain on the other hand was about to pass out. They grabbed the hero’s wrist as their vision got white and searched for the next best chair to fall into. Thankfully, the couch wasn’t that far.

The sounds they made were embarrassing.

“Hey, are you okay?!” The villain only nodded absentmindedly as they tried to force some oxygen back into their system.

“Yeah, just…just donated blood a few days ago.”

“You what?!” The vampire’s hand was on the villain’s jaw immediately, pushing their chin up until their eyes met. The hero was definitely not pleased. “Then don’t ask me to bite you, please. Why on earth would you do this?”

“I’m sorry,” the villain mumbled. “I wanted you to eat enough.”

The hero shook their head, still evidently angry that the villain had offered their blood.

“Lay down.” The villain did so, still holding onto the hero’s fingers weakly. They didn’t know what they’d done wrong. Didn’t the hero want their blood anymore? Were they jealous that the villain had donated the blood? Did they hate them?

“Your body needs more time than a few days to recover from a donation.” They grabbed the villain’s wrist. “You can’t offer me blood when you’ve recently donated. Did you drink enough water?”

“Hmm.” The villain took in a deep breath. The hero was mad at them, weren’t they? Maybe their blood had tasted a little different? Could a donation do that?

Their head spun and their body turned against them. Pain sparked here and there, making it hard to concentrate.

“Look at me,” the hero said softly. The villain tried their best to focus on them and, unexpectedly, it took them a while. “Your health is more important than this.”

“I’m sorry,” the villain whispered again. The pain in their head was indescribable. A thousand needles breaking through their skull. At least the hero was satisfied — more or less. Every once in a while, they met up and the hero would drink their blood.

The villain’s blood type was Rhnull, the rarest blood type in the world. They didn’t know why but the hero preferred it, not only because of the blood type but also because it was the villain’s. They drank the villain’s blood only.

In return, the hero would turn a blind eye on a few of the villain’s plans. As long as civilians were unharmed.

It left the villain in a lethargic state every time the hero drank from them but that was honestly part of the thrill. It was pathetic, they knew that. Longing for touch, longing for something intimate. Sometimes, the villain suspected that they would take any type of love, any type of affection, even if it was cruel.

They stared at the hero.

They had never been cruel to the villain. Had never used them, had always given them apple juice and chocolate after. One time, the villain was ill and the hero hadn’t cared about the blood. They had only cared about the villain’s fever.

“Why do you prefer my blood?” The headache was really getting to them but they didn’t mind. With the hero’s hand on theirs, they felt invincible.

“Shush. Don’t ask questions, just relax.” The villain smiled. Despite the…absence of their clear thinking, they were rather clever when it came to the hero. They liked to think they knew them better than anyone else. That was just wishful thinking, though.

“You don’t want to answer, that’s fine,” they said.

“It’s not…it’s not that easy.” The hero probably preferred sweet blood and didn’t want to admit it. That was the only explanation the villain had.

But they weren’t sure if all blood types had different tastes.

“I’ll get you some chocolate,” the hero said. “You’re still awfully pale. I don’t like that.”

The back of their hand found the villain’s forehead, as if they were checking for a fever. The villain’s heart seemed to stop beating and their mind was going crazy. God, what was wrong with them today?

It probably was the scary amount of blood loss. They had really, really hoped that their body could handle this a little better. Because being stranded on the hero’s couch wasn’t really the goal.

The hero was almost out of the door but they turned around, looking directly at the villain.

“You’re staying over for the night. No debate, please.” All the blood they had left went to their cheeks. They could only stare at the hero. “Got it?”

The villain nodded and they weren’t sure why they were so excited.

Thank you to @epiclamer who organised everything and thank you to @avvail for the great prompt :)

[lilmissnatcat24]

friends i have a confession to make. i hope i don't get canceled for this.

i fucking love vinegar. i love vinegar so much. i love vinegar far more than the average person should like vinegar. i have at least ten bottles of different vinegars in my apartment right now. red wine, apple cider, balsamic, rice wine. you name it. there is a specialty vinegar store like 45 minutes away and i make that drive every other week to buy a new fancy bottle of vinegar.

my love for vinegar goes far beyond just the liquid gold itself. i love ANYTHING pickled. dill pickles, banana peppers, capers, olives, sauerkraut, kimchi. pickled jalapenos and ginger and eggs and beets and garlic. i have never once eaten something and thought damn waaaay too much of this pickled veg. no. on the contrary. i think more restaurants need to stop being pussies and load me up with more pickled veg than meat.

i don't care for vodka, but i will pretty much exclusively order dirty martinis or pickleback shots just so i can socially acceptably drink brine. when i played volleyball i used to take shots of pickle juice with my teammates under the guise of electrolytes, but in actuality it was so i can drink pickle juice. just now, i finished the last pickle in the jar. after spending far too much time wondering if i need to save the brine, i literally just drank half of it. my boyfriend started taking apple cider vinegar shots in the morning, and has been complaining how disgusting it is. i started doing it in solidarity, and i must report back that it's actually quite pleasant, and i look forward to my shot of vinegar i get to inhale every day.

i hope this doesn't change people's perceptions of me. i feel thankful to finally get this weight off my chest.

im also not stinky.

[whatwherewhenwhohuh]

What The Creepypastas Would Drink.

Jason the toymaker: Tea. As he is a proper British gentleman/secret/not so secret asshole.

Nathan the nobody: Monster energy. He's looks like a edgy edge lord so he shall feast and consume what is to be edgy edge lord worthy.

Candy pop: Your soul mixed with some tears. Our most favored and only favored soul sucker. (Besides the pop family and umbra stuff.)

Papa Grande: Lake water. I swear when I read about him and it said something about him hunting for food and such since he lives out in the woods at the abandoned building I picture him drinking out of a lake like animals in Africa gathering around a water hole. On hand and knees. face in water.

Puppeteer: agony, depression and some good teenage depression/angst..mixed with a tear or two for some more salty flavor.

Vine the dollmaker: water? Whatever he can find without his face being seen? I think he likes to adventure around but in incognito mode.

Jeff the killer: Blood. Just blood. He's blood thirsty. Literally.

Sally: tea when having tea parties and such and some good apple juice or something a kid would have.

Clockwork: protein shakes and such.

Nina the killer: whatever jeff drank out of previously and left out unwatched, unguarded, and unfinished. I know she's cannonly not a simp and just looks up to him which is why I think she'd want whatever Jeff does or has had becuase she just looks up to him so much.

Lifeless lucy: the fear, the agony, and the satisfaction of killing child abusers, molesters, or whom ever resembles her killer. Duh dun dun dun dun! ghost power! (I just start playing the ninja turtles theme song)

Once again I ask of you to please ask me if you want anything specific as I'm running out of good ideas for posts (already somehow) but anyways I hope this is somewhat decent!

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Wait, y’all went out in the forest in daycare? We went out in the little play area outside the daycare building at most.

Nordic kids are raised with forests around. Walking there could be a bit annoying (although in my case, the forest was very nearby), but once we were there we could play with sticks, build little forts, look for squirrels, and then we sat in a circle and drank juice and ate apple and pear slices (we often just had snacks in the forest and then ate lunch at the daycare, unless it was a full day forest day, in which either everyone packed a little lunch themselves from home, or the daycare had brought prepared sandwhiches for everyone)

Also, I have relatives who lived in Norway for a year, and their youngest went to a daycare where they almost daily took the kids out up on a mountain, and played in the forest there. That’s a lot of steps for a small body, they sure got exercise lmao.

I also wanna say, they do this in all weathers. There’s no bad weather, just bad clothes. We were outside a lot in general, some daycares even have naptimes in strollers outside in all temperatures (my daycare had naptime inside though)

[castawaycat]

The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 18- Home Seems So Far Away

Summary: Both Wanda's come to a conclusion on how to get you home, but it seems so far out of reach.

Vision let out an exhausted sigh as he walked out of the boys’ bedroom. He didn’t know how his wife was going to locate where you and America came from.

He gave a small smile to his wife who looked just as exhausted and puzzled as he did. “What a night, huh? Are the girls settled?”

Wanda nodded her head as she walked into her husband's open arms and placed her head on his chest. “America fell asleep on the couch and the little one is fast asleep in the crib. Vision, what are we going to do? It’s odd but the baby seems to know who I am.”

Vision's eyes grew big at Wanda’s statement. “Honey, do you think it’s possible she belongs to a version of yourself in an alternate timeline?”

Wanda gasped as she pulled away as the thought processed. “Vision, my love you’re a genius! Oh, but I don’t know how I would get in contact or find the right Wanda. I’d have to use chaos magic… and I just don’t like what it does to me.” Wanda said as she felt conflicted emotions arise.

“Honey, let’s head to bed. We can figure things out in the morning.” Vision said as he led his wife to the bedroom.

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“Is it possible Y/n is in an alternate timeline?” Carol asked the team of Avengers who were tirelessly trying to locate you.

It took a few minutes for Wanda to process what Carol was proposing to the team. “It’s possible. Y/n has powers but the portal that took her felt different. It didn’t feel like Y/n’s powers that whisked her away.”

Nat stood up and began to pace, “if y/n is on another timeline how the fuck are we going to locate her?” She half shouted as she began to pace even faster. She felt so helpless as she looked at her team who were all worried about her, Wanda, and you. “I’m sorry. I just… I just want to find our little Tiger.”

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Billy and Tommy sat at the kitchen table rubbing their tired eyes.

“Babies are so loud.” Billy said as he let out a loud groan.

Tommy groaned as well, as he put his head in his hands.

America looked just as tired as everyone else. The only one who seemed well rested was you.

You babbled happily when Wanda clipped you into the high chair. You ate the cereal puffs and scrambled eggs that she placed on the tray in front of you.

“Mama!” You squealed as you kicked your feet and stuffed your face.

“We’re going to find your mama, little one.” Vision said as he talked to you. He found you absolutely adorable even though you had woken up several times in the night crying to be fed.

The kids ate their breakfast as they watched cartoons from the living room tv. You babbled happily as you ate your food. Mealtimes always made you happy now that you were fully a little.

Wanda placed a sippy cup full of apple juice and placed it in front of you. “Here, little one. Are you thirsty?” She asked as she watched you drink happily.

Your eyes lit up as you tasted the sweet juice. Your real mama’s didn’t let you normally drink sugary drinks very often. If they did give it to you they normally filled your cup with water as well. You drank your juice so fast that you started to choke a little. Tears began to form as you started to cough.

“Slow down, little one.” Vision said as he saw you sucking down the juice. He moved quickly when he heard you begin to cough. You began to cry as you felt the juice go down the wrong pipe and you found it hard to breathe. Vision patted your back and spoke softly to you.

“It’s alright. You’re okay.” Vision said as he gently swayed back and forth once you had caught your breath.

Wanda felt scared when she heard you begin to cough but felt reassured when her husband jumped into action. She remembered when the boys were toddlers and had a habit of putting things in their mouths. “Is she alright, Vision?”

You laid your head on Vision's chest and let out a shaky sigh as you sniffled. You felt safe in his arms. It was a different type of safety you normally felt with your mama’s. It reminded you of when your uncle Clint or Tony held you.

“She’s perfectly fine. I think she just got excited when she got a taste of the apple juice. Her mama must not give her sweets very often.” He said as continued to gently rub your back.

The kids had all watched you choke and they looked relieved as they saw you relax in Vision’s arms. America walked up to you and patted your back gently as well. “I’m glad she will be okay. Have you found out how to get her back to her family?” America asked.

Wanda bit her lip nervously as she nodded her head. She looked at her boys, “boys why don’t you go give Sparky a walk? It’s about time he has one.” She told more than asked the boys. She didn’t want them to hear about chaotic magic.

Tommy and Billy both groaned as their shoulders dropped, “but mom… we want to hear how you and dad are going to find their parents.” Tommy argued.

“Boys, listen to your mother. Go on and walk Sparkly.” Vision said firmly.

Both boys crossed their arms in defeat and obeyed their parents as they grabbed Sparkly’s leash and walked out the front door.

America turned to face Vision and Wanda, “it’s not going to be easy finding her parents is it?”

Wanda let out a defeated sigh as she sat in front of America, “no, it’s not going to be easy. We think that you and her come from alternate timelines. In order to find the right one I will have to use chaos magic.”

“Is chaos magic bad?” America asked. “It isn’t always bad; but it can be. I don’t like how it makes me feel or who it turns me into; but I’m going to try to find her parents. Speaking of which, what about your parents?” Wanda asked after she explained the details of chaos magic.

America’s head hung low and for the first time she felt tears trickle down her face. “They’re gone. My home. My planet. My mom’s. Everything is gone.” Sobs erupted past her lips as she allowed herself to grieve.

Wanda moved quickly to pull the young girl into her arms. Wanda didn’t know what to say or how to respond. When her parents had died, the words of strangers never gave her any condolences. Sometimes it was just better to hold someone and offer them comfort.

Vision looked down at you asleep in his arms and then looked sadly at America who was grieving in Wanda’s arms, “don’t worry my dears. We will figure things out.”

[isdalinarhot]

copypasting my extensive wine headcanons here in case anyone out in the world wants to adopt them

Pink: this is just juice of a plant. Like some soft drinks, there is a small amount of caffeine, but for the most part, it’s basically the same as apple or grape juice. Feminine drink.

Orange: structurally this is identical to kombucha, in that it is a nonalcoholic (or at least so negligibly alcoholic that it doesn’t count) beverage that is made via fermentation. But its cultural place is akin to ginger ale in that it is just a soft drink people drink when not drinking alcohol and that it has a reputation of soothing stomachs. This is the go-to beverage of people of any gender looking to have a sober drink.

Yellow: the default masculine drink. Made from lavis grains, it’s beer. It’s essentially beer. About the same strength as beer, drank from pint glasses, steins, and once Roshar invents cans it will be drank from those as well. Customary beverage to enjoy during duels. Unlike beer from Earth, people very rarely drink this to get any more drunk than a pleasant buzz.

Auburn: traditionally made from fermented simberries, but can be made from any fruit that when fermented ends up with between 10% to 15% abv, this is the default feminine drink. It really functions almost identically to wine on Earth. It is drunk from glasses analogous to Earth wine glasses. There is a large culture of auburn wine snobbery. Though it is concretely a feminine drink, it is not unheard of for men who are a touch effeminate to sneak a glass or two of it.

Red: you’d have to be insane to drink red wine on its own. It is used near exclusively in mixed drinks as the alcohol base to a fun fruity beverage. Mixed often with pink wine, fruit juices of all kinds, and occasionally wild card picks like sow’s milk or Shin creations such as “coffee”, it is there to provide alcohol to women who cannot stand the taste of alcohol.

Sapphire: wines of red strength or stronger are considered liquors, and sapphire wine is the unequivocal Man’s Wine. It is quite strong, but there is still a veneer of drinking it for the flavor. It is made of the same grains as yellow wine, but distilled instead of fermented. Traditionally drunk on the rocks out of what an Earthling might call a whiskey tumbler.

Blue: this stuff is not as strong as violet wine, but still quite strong. Its closest Earth analogue is a strong rum, made out of a sugarcane-like plant that naturally carries fruity undertones. This is the usual alcohol base drunk in mixed drinks by men; a popular drink will have two types of blue wine mixed with a couple flavors of fruit juice for a Vorin-friendly Mai Tai. It can also be drunk out of shot glasses as a party beverage, but this is less common.

Violet: violet wine is a gender neutral beverage, allowed to be drunk by both men and women. This is because the creators of Vorinism understood the necessity of all humans to have a surefire way of getting drunk quickly. It is roughly analogous to 100 proof vodka in both taste and creation, although in rare cases some violets can reach the 130 proof heights of absinthe. It is made from blackthorn berries, which on Roshar can get distilled to death like potatoes can on earth but like i dunno how that's possible i dont know jack shit about plants. sorry. This makes them perfect for creating the strongest liquors out of. “Glasses” of violet wine, drunk at feasts as a power move, are a mixture of violet wine, blackthorn juice, and lots of water. It is traditionally drunk hot, and nobody likes it like that but everybody pretends to. Nine times out of ten, violet wine is drunk out of a shot glass. It is known for tasting bad. Occasionally, it can be found in mixed drinks in the place of red or blue wine.

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Would it be okay if i asked you to write a fic with regressor Ellie and cg Gabby? maybe something like Ellie's being cranky like you said in your headcanons?

Regressor! Ellie w/ Caregiver! Gabby

Ellie was almost always stressed out about something, but then again she worked two jobs and was college, of course she was going to be stressed. Ellie regressed pretty regularly, which mostly happened once she came home from work and was more often than not involuntarily.

When Ellie would regress, she was normally a bit cranky and fussy, which Gabby understood. The girl was super overwhelmed with everything and had a young mindset while little, she had every right to be upset.

Tonight had been a bit more difficult than usual though. Ellie was exhausted and just wanted to go to bed, she didn’t want to do anything else. She just wanted to sleep.

Gabby normally would’ve put her down already since that’s what she wanted, but she couldn’t right yet. Ellie still needed to have dinner and take a bath, which she was not happy about at all.

Gabby had cooked some mac and cheese for Ellie and gave her some apple juice as well, but she was completely uninterested with it. Ellie was whining nonstop while Gabby sat with her, desperately trying to get her to eat at least a couple of bites.

“Ellie, please just try a bite. You need to eat something, sweetie.” Gabby pleaded, but Ellie only shook her head. “Can you at least drink some juice?” Gabby handed Ellie her sippy cup, which the girl took and immediately threw it down with a whine.

Gabby sighed softly, grabbing the sippy cup off of the floor and wiping it off. She then attempted to spoon feed Ellie, who quickly moved her head away.

“Uh-uh!” She cried out. “Ellie-” Gabby was cut off by Ellie loudly whining and stomping her feet slightly.

Gabby frowned as she set the spoon back in the bowl. She wasn’t getting frustrated with Ellie or anything like that, she just felt bad for her. She was so upset and Gabby just didn’t know what to do.

“Ellie, come here, baby.” As a last resort, Gabby pulled Ellie out of her chair and into her lap. Ellie let out yet another whine, but this time it was a quiet one. She laid her head down on Gabby’s shoulder and simply stared up at her.

“Can you try to drink some juice, sweetie? It might help you feel better.” Gabby grabbed the sippy cup again and put it up to Ellie’s mouth. The girl made a couple of small noises, before grabbing onto the handles of the cup and began to drink, making Gabby smile.

“Good girl, Ellie.” She praised as she ran her fingers through her hair. Ellie drank about half of her juice, before setting it back down on the table.

“Do you want to try some of your food? You don’t have to eat all of it, I just want you to get something in your tummy.” Gabby said. She grabbed a spoon full of mac and cheese and held it near Ellie’s mouth. Ellie whined softly, but opened her mouth.

“Good job, sweetie.” Gabby smiled. She fed Ellie about half of the bowl, before the girl decided she was done. Gabby was still incredibly proud of her for calming down and trying her dinner.

Originally, Gabby was going to try and give Ellie a bath, but when she looked back down at the girl, she could barely keep her eyes open. She was practically falling asleep on Gabby.

“Come on, Ellie. Let’s get you down for the night, you can have a bath in the morning, okay?” Ellie tiredly nodded as Gabby carried her to the bedroom. She would clean up and do the dishes once Ellie was in bed and asleep.

Ellie was already in her pajamas, so Gabby got her laid in bed and tucked in. She handed her her stuffed animal and placed a pacifier next to her, in case she wanted it.

“Good night, sweetie.” Gabby whispered, kissing the top of Ellie’s head. “Night night, Mama. Love you.” Ellie mumbled tiredly.

“I love you too, baby girl.”

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I feel so bad for ya’ll 😭

also referring your last post, hopefully there isn’t some bitchy ass blood drawer who just stabs you with the needle and doesnt actually care

i genuinely want to move out of this country 😌

it wasn’t too bad 🫠 i have really difficult veins and also im a huge baby about blood so it always kind of sucks?? but she only stuck me once

i almost passed out because i accidentally saw the needle in my hand but i drank some apple juice and i didn’t 🙂